The End of Summer
There have been a number of signs that summer has left us for this year. Apples are appearing in the market, the leaves are starting to fall from the trees, and we have doonas on the bed. But two things this week have confirmed it for me.
On my run yesterday morning, I was not greeted by the sun rising in all its pink and orange glory as I have been in recent weeks. The bright orange orb and pink clouds were nowhere to be seen. Yesterday, I was greeted by the moon and the mist.
And today, I noticed that all the street cafes have packed away their terraces. The time for enjoying lunch in the warm summer air has passed and the tables have retreated inside.
